Sanstorm’s Advent 22
Behind door twenty-two, in their droves: over-tired children.
They’ve trekked to Bethlehem and back on the back of a donkey, peered over the manger to see the baby, been a star, an angel, a shepherd, a wise man or an ox. They’ve been to a party, seen Santa, made lists and started wishing. They’ve opened advent calendar doors, eaten chocolate and seen fewer and fewer chocolates to go. They’ve seen snow fall; they’ve visited friends; they’ve received cards; they’ve watched festive movies.
And they are tired.
To top it all, their parents have gone into winter lockdown, curling up with a good book and letting everything coagulate around them, choking the flow of family life, leaving the children open to: crying for no apparent reason, vomitting, grumpiness and the propensity to talk more loudly than usual.
Not long to go now.